Asian-American, Female, Story
Untitled I approached my lighted vanity mirror atop of my white dresser and flipped the light switch on. I peered into the mirror and became instantly traumatized. Blisters filled with pus protruded from every centimeter of my face. My skin looked foreign compared to...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Stressing Perfection It sneaks up on me, makes me suspicious, and sees to it that I am stumped. “So far, so good,” I sigh to myself, until it strikes. It leaves me stupefied and shocked. Stress is its name. Bringing me down is how it plays its game. I get...
Female, Latinx/Chicanx, Story
Time to Take a Stand From a young age I vowed to take care of my aunt, as she took care of me. Since my parents both worked full-time to make ends meet, she cooked for me, bathed me, and most importantly, taught me how lucky I was to be an American. She was an...
